Chords for BLOOD ON THE TRACKS LIVE Workingman's Blues #2
Tempo:
69.225 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
Em
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [A] [Bm] [D] [G]
[D] [Em] [F#m] [D]
[A] [Bm] [D] [G]
[D] [Em] [A] [D] There's a demon [A] haze, settling over [Bm] town, starlight by the [D] edge of the creed.
[G] By the power of the [D] proletariat's gone down, [Em] money's getting [A] shallow and weak.
[D] The place I love [A] best is a sweet memory, [Bm] the new path that we [D] trod.
[G] They say low wages [D] are a reality, [Em] if we want to compete [A] abroad.
[D]
My cool [F#m] weapons have been put on the [Bm] shelf, come and sit down [D] on my knee.
[G] You are dearer to me than [D] myself, [Em] if you yourself [A] can see.
[D] I'm listening [F#m] through the steel rail's [Bm] hump, got both [D] eyes tight shut.
[G]
I'm just [D] sitting here trying to keep a [Em] hunger from creeping its way [A] into my gut.
[G] Meet me in the [D] bottom, don't lag behind.
[G] Give me my [D] boots and shoes.
[G] You can hang like a [D] fighter, best on the front [Em] line.
Sing a little [A] bit of this working [D] man brood.
Now I'm sailing on [A] back, ready for the long [Bm] haul.
Lost by the wind [D] and seas, [G]
drag them all [D] down to hell and stand them at the [Em] wall.
Tell them to their [A] enemies, [D] trying to feed my [A] soul with thought.
Yeah, [Bm] gonna sleep off the rest [D] of the day.
[G]
Sometimes no one [D] wants what we got, [Em] sometimes we can't [A] give it away.
[D] Now the places [F#m] bring with them countless [Bm] foes, some of them [D] may be deaf and dumb.
[G] No man, no woman [D] knows, [Em] the hour of [A] sorrow will come.
[D] In the dark I [F#m] hear the night bird [Bm] call, I can hear a lover's [D] breath.
[G]
Sleep in the [D] kitchen with my feet in haul, [Em] sleep is like [A] a temporary death.
[G]
Meet me in [D] the bottom, don't lag [G] behind.
Bring me my [D] boots and shoes.
[G] You can hang like [D] a fighter, best on the front [Em] line.
Sing a little [A] bit of this working [D] man brood.
[D] [G] [D]
I can [A] hear them burn my soul, my [Bm] horse.
I can't [D] save or die.
[G]
Got to be [D] careful, I don't want to be [Em] forced into a continual [A] life of crime.
[B] [D] I can see for [A] myself that the sun is [Bm] shaking, how I wish you were [D] here to see.
[G]
Tell me [D] now, am I wrong in [Em] thinking that you have forgotten [A] me?
[D] Now they worry and they [F#m] hurry and they fuss and they [Bm] fret.
They waste your nights [D] and days.
[G]
Them I will [D] forget, [G] and you I'll remember [A] always.
[D] Old memories of [F#m] you to me have [Bm] come, you've wounded me with [D] your words.
[G] Gonna have to straighten out [D] your tongue, [G] it's all true everything [A] you heard.
[G] Meet me in the [D] bottom, don't lag [G] behind.
Bring me my [D] boots and shoes.
[G] You can hang like a [D] fighter, best on the front [Em] line.
Sing a little [A] bit of this working [D] man brood.
And you my friend, I find no pain.
Wanna look in my eyes, please do.
[G]
No one can ever [D] claim [G] that I took up arms [A] against [Bm] you.
[D]
All across [A] these false sacred [Bm] fields, they will lay [D] you low.
[G] They'll break your home, [D] slash you with steel.
[Em] I say it so, it must [A] be so.
[D] Now I'm down on my luck, [F#m] I'm black and blue.
[Bm] Gonna give [D] you another chance.
[G]
I'm all alone, [D] I'm expecting you [Em] to lead me off in a [A] jingle dance.
[D] I got a brand new suit, [A] got a brand new [Bm] wife.
I can live on [D] rice and peas.
[G] Some people never work the [D] day of their life, [Em] don't know what work even [A] means.
[G] Meet me in the bottom, [D] don't lag behind.
[G] Bring me my boots [D] and shoes.
[G] You can hang like a fighter, [D] best on the front line.
[Em] Sing a little bit of this [A] working man [D] brood.
[G] Working [D] man brood.
[Em] [D] Working [G] man [D]
brood.
Working man brood.
[D] [E] [A]
[G#] [C#m]
[D] [Em] [F#m] [D]
[A] [Bm] [D] [G]
[D] [Em] [A] [D] There's a demon [A] haze, settling over [Bm] town, starlight by the [D] edge of the creed.
[G] By the power of the [D] proletariat's gone down, [Em] money's getting [A] shallow and weak.
[D] The place I love [A] best is a sweet memory, [Bm] the new path that we [D] trod.
[G] They say low wages [D] are a reality, [Em] if we want to compete [A] abroad.
[D]
My cool [F#m] weapons have been put on the [Bm] shelf, come and sit down [D] on my knee.
[G] You are dearer to me than [D] myself, [Em] if you yourself [A] can see.
[D] I'm listening [F#m] through the steel rail's [Bm] hump, got both [D] eyes tight shut.
[G]
I'm just [D] sitting here trying to keep a [Em] hunger from creeping its way [A] into my gut.
[G] Meet me in the [D] bottom, don't lag behind.
[G] Give me my [D] boots and shoes.
[G] You can hang like a [D] fighter, best on the front [Em] line.
Sing a little [A] bit of this working [D] man brood.
Now I'm sailing on [A] back, ready for the long [Bm] haul.
Lost by the wind [D] and seas, [G]
drag them all [D] down to hell and stand them at the [Em] wall.
Tell them to their [A] enemies, [D] trying to feed my [A] soul with thought.
Yeah, [Bm] gonna sleep off the rest [D] of the day.
[G]
Sometimes no one [D] wants what we got, [Em] sometimes we can't [A] give it away.
[D] Now the places [F#m] bring with them countless [Bm] foes, some of them [D] may be deaf and dumb.
[G] No man, no woman [D] knows, [Em] the hour of [A] sorrow will come.
[D] In the dark I [F#m] hear the night bird [Bm] call, I can hear a lover's [D] breath.
[G]
Sleep in the [D] kitchen with my feet in haul, [Em] sleep is like [A] a temporary death.
[G]
Meet me in [D] the bottom, don't lag [G] behind.
Bring me my [D] boots and shoes.
[G] You can hang like [D] a fighter, best on the front [Em] line.
Sing a little [A] bit of this working [D] man brood.
[D] [G] [D]
I can [A] hear them burn my soul, my [Bm] horse.
I can't [D] save or die.
[G]
Got to be [D] careful, I don't want to be [Em] forced into a continual [A] life of crime.
[B] [D] I can see for [A] myself that the sun is [Bm] shaking, how I wish you were [D] here to see.
[G]
Tell me [D] now, am I wrong in [Em] thinking that you have forgotten [A] me?
[D] Now they worry and they [F#m] hurry and they fuss and they [Bm] fret.
They waste your nights [D] and days.
[G]
Them I will [D] forget, [G] and you I'll remember [A] always.
[D] Old memories of [F#m] you to me have [Bm] come, you've wounded me with [D] your words.
[G] Gonna have to straighten out [D] your tongue, [G] it's all true everything [A] you heard.
[G] Meet me in the [D] bottom, don't lag [G] behind.
Bring me my [D] boots and shoes.
[G] You can hang like a [D] fighter, best on the front [Em] line.
Sing a little [A] bit of this working [D] man brood.
And you my friend, I find no pain.
Wanna look in my eyes, please do.
[G]
No one can ever [D] claim [G] that I took up arms [A] against [Bm] you.
[D]
All across [A] these false sacred [Bm] fields, they will lay [D] you low.
[G] They'll break your home, [D] slash you with steel.
[Em] I say it so, it must [A] be so.
[D] Now I'm down on my luck, [F#m] I'm black and blue.
[Bm] Gonna give [D] you another chance.
[G]
I'm all alone, [D] I'm expecting you [Em] to lead me off in a [A] jingle dance.
[D] I got a brand new suit, [A] got a brand new [Bm] wife.
I can live on [D] rice and peas.
[G] Some people never work the [D] day of their life, [Em] don't know what work even [A] means.
[G] Meet me in the bottom, [D] don't lag behind.
[G] Bring me my boots [D] and shoes.
[G] You can hang like a fighter, [D] best on the front line.
[Em] Sing a little bit of this [A] working man [D] brood.
[G] Working [D] man brood.
[Em] [D] Working [G] man [D]
brood.
Working man brood.
[D] [E] [A]
[G#] [C#m]
Key:
D
G
A
Em
Bm
D
G
A
[D] _ _ [A] _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [D] _
_ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ [D] There's a demon [A] haze, settling over [Bm] town, starlight by the [D] edge of the creed.
[G] By the power of the [D] proletariat's gone down, [Em] money's getting [A] shallow and weak.
[D] The place I love [A] best is a sweet memory, [Bm] the new path that we [D] trod.
[G] They say low wages [D] are a reality, [Em] if we want to compete [A] abroad.
_ [D]
My cool [F#m] weapons have been put on the [Bm] shelf, come and sit down [D] on my knee.
[G] You are dearer to me than [D] myself, [Em] if you yourself [A] can see.
[D] I'm listening [F#m] through the steel rail's [Bm] hump, got both [D] eyes tight shut.
[G]
I'm just [D] sitting here trying to keep a [Em] hunger from creeping its way [A] into my gut.
[G] Meet me in the [D] bottom, don't lag behind.
[G] Give me my [D] boots and shoes.
[G] You can hang like a [D] fighter, best on the front [Em] line.
Sing a little [A] bit of this working [D] man brood.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Now I'm sailing on [A] back, ready for the long [Bm] haul.
Lost by the wind [D] and seas, [G]
drag them all [D] down to hell and stand them at the [Em] wall.
Tell them to their [A] enemies, [D] trying to feed my [A] soul with thought.
Yeah, [Bm] gonna sleep off the rest [D] of the day.
_ [G]
Sometimes no one [D] wants what we got, [Em] sometimes we can't [A] give it away.
[D] Now the places [F#m] bring with them countless [Bm] foes, some of them [D] may be deaf and dumb.
[G] No man, no woman [D] knows, [Em] the hour of [A] sorrow will come.
[D] In the dark I [F#m] hear the night bird [Bm] call, I can hear a lover's [D] breath.
[G]
Sleep in the [D] kitchen with my feet in haul, [Em] sleep is like [A] a temporary death.
[G]
Meet me in [D] the bottom, don't lag [G] behind.
Bring me my [D] boots and shoes.
[G] You can hang like [D] a fighter, best on the front [Em] line.
Sing a little [A] bit of this working [D] man brood.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _ [D]
I can [A] hear them burn my soul, my [Bm] horse.
I can't [D] save or die.
_ [G]
Got to be [D] careful, I don't want to be [Em] forced into a continual [A] life of crime.
[B] [D] I can see for [A] myself that the sun is [Bm] shaking, how I wish you were [D] here to see.
_ [G]
Tell me [D] now, am I wrong in [Em] thinking that you have forgotten [A] me?
[D] Now they worry and they [F#m] hurry and they fuss and they [Bm] fret.
They waste your nights [D] and days.
[G]
Them I will [D] forget, [G] and you I'll remember [A] always.
[D] Old memories of [F#m] you to me have [Bm] come, you've wounded me with [D] your words.
[G] Gonna have to straighten out [D] your tongue, [G] it's all true everything [A] you heard.
[G] Meet me in the [D] bottom, don't lag [G] behind.
Bring me my [D] boots and shoes.
[G] You can hang like a [D] fighter, best on the front [Em] line.
Sing a little [A] bit of this working [D] man brood.
_ _ _ _ _ And you my friend, I find no pain.
Wanna look in my eyes, please do.
[G]
No one can ever [D] claim [G] that I took up arms [A] against [Bm] you.
[D]
All across [A] these false sacred [Bm] fields, they will lay [D] you low.
[G] They'll break your home, [D] slash you with steel.
[Em] I say it so, it must [A] be so.
[D] Now I'm down on my luck, [F#m] I'm black and blue.
[Bm] Gonna give [D] you another chance.
_ [G]
I'm all alone, [D] I'm expecting you [Em] to lead me off in a [A] jingle dance.
[D] I got a brand new suit, [A] got a brand new [Bm] wife.
I can live on [D] rice and peas.
[G] Some people never work the [D] day of their life, [Em] don't know what work even [A] means.
[G] Meet me in the bottom, [D] don't lag behind.
[G] Bring me my boots [D] and shoes.
[G] You can hang like a fighter, [D] best on the front line.
[Em] Sing a little bit of this [A] working man [D] brood.
_ _ _ _ [G] Working [D] man brood.
_ _ [Em] _ [D] Working [G] man [D]
brood.
_ _ _ Working man brood.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ [A] _ _
_ [G#] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [D] _
_ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ [D] There's a demon [A] haze, settling over [Bm] town, starlight by the [D] edge of the creed.
[G] By the power of the [D] proletariat's gone down, [Em] money's getting [A] shallow and weak.
[D] The place I love [A] best is a sweet memory, [Bm] the new path that we [D] trod.
[G] They say low wages [D] are a reality, [Em] if we want to compete [A] abroad.
_ [D]
My cool [F#m] weapons have been put on the [Bm] shelf, come and sit down [D] on my knee.
[G] You are dearer to me than [D] myself, [Em] if you yourself [A] can see.
[D] I'm listening [F#m] through the steel rail's [Bm] hump, got both [D] eyes tight shut.
[G]
I'm just [D] sitting here trying to keep a [Em] hunger from creeping its way [A] into my gut.
[G] Meet me in the [D] bottom, don't lag behind.
[G] Give me my [D] boots and shoes.
[G] You can hang like a [D] fighter, best on the front [Em] line.
Sing a little [A] bit of this working [D] man brood.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Now I'm sailing on [A] back, ready for the long [Bm] haul.
Lost by the wind [D] and seas, [G]
drag them all [D] down to hell and stand them at the [Em] wall.
Tell them to their [A] enemies, [D] trying to feed my [A] soul with thought.
Yeah, [Bm] gonna sleep off the rest [D] of the day.
_ [G]
Sometimes no one [D] wants what we got, [Em] sometimes we can't [A] give it away.
[D] Now the places [F#m] bring with them countless [Bm] foes, some of them [D] may be deaf and dumb.
[G] No man, no woman [D] knows, [Em] the hour of [A] sorrow will come.
[D] In the dark I [F#m] hear the night bird [Bm] call, I can hear a lover's [D] breath.
[G]
Sleep in the [D] kitchen with my feet in haul, [Em] sleep is like [A] a temporary death.
[G]
Meet me in [D] the bottom, don't lag [G] behind.
Bring me my [D] boots and shoes.
[G] You can hang like [D] a fighter, best on the front [Em] line.
Sing a little [A] bit of this working [D] man brood.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _ [D]
I can [A] hear them burn my soul, my [Bm] horse.
I can't [D] save or die.
_ [G]
Got to be [D] careful, I don't want to be [Em] forced into a continual [A] life of crime.
[B] [D] I can see for [A] myself that the sun is [Bm] shaking, how I wish you were [D] here to see.
_ [G]
Tell me [D] now, am I wrong in [Em] thinking that you have forgotten [A] me?
[D] Now they worry and they [F#m] hurry and they fuss and they [Bm] fret.
They waste your nights [D] and days.
[G]
Them I will [D] forget, [G] and you I'll remember [A] always.
[D] Old memories of [F#m] you to me have [Bm] come, you've wounded me with [D] your words.
[G] Gonna have to straighten out [D] your tongue, [G] it's all true everything [A] you heard.
[G] Meet me in the [D] bottom, don't lag [G] behind.
Bring me my [D] boots and shoes.
[G] You can hang like a [D] fighter, best on the front [Em] line.
Sing a little [A] bit of this working [D] man brood.
_ _ _ _ _ And you my friend, I find no pain.
Wanna look in my eyes, please do.
[G]
No one can ever [D] claim [G] that I took up arms [A] against [Bm] you.
[D]
All across [A] these false sacred [Bm] fields, they will lay [D] you low.
[G] They'll break your home, [D] slash you with steel.
[Em] I say it so, it must [A] be so.
[D] Now I'm down on my luck, [F#m] I'm black and blue.
[Bm] Gonna give [D] you another chance.
_ [G]
I'm all alone, [D] I'm expecting you [Em] to lead me off in a [A] jingle dance.
[D] I got a brand new suit, [A] got a brand new [Bm] wife.
I can live on [D] rice and peas.
[G] Some people never work the [D] day of their life, [Em] don't know what work even [A] means.
[G] Meet me in the bottom, [D] don't lag behind.
[G] Bring me my boots [D] and shoes.
[G] You can hang like a fighter, [D] best on the front line.
[Em] Sing a little bit of this [A] working man [D] brood.
_ _ _ _ [G] Working [D] man brood.
_ _ [Em] _ [D] Working [G] man [D]
brood.
_ _ _ Working man brood.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ [A] _ _
_ [G#] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _